Out on the range

Horse picking up hosepipe

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

The sun, high overhead, beat down relentlessly upon his back as he stood in the pasture, surveying the land, chewing on a bit of straw sticking out from one side of his mouth.

Blades of brown grass and green thorny shrubs were pushed back like his hair in the hot dry wind, which itself offered no respite from the scorching heat of the afternoon.

Yup, it was a hot day alright.  Mmm hmm.  No doubt about it.

Days like this reminded him of times when he had gone a ways down the trail, up to the town.  He’d hitched up at the tavern and had himself a nice, looong drink.  Yes sir-ee, nothing like a cool refreshing drink on a hot day like this, after a nice long walk; really made you appreciate the simple things in life.

Mystic the horse was thirsty.

For some reason, he’d also had that cloth tied over the top of his head, which meant that he couldn’t see much around him and his head got warm.  Blindfolded; no idea (no eyed deer *haw!*) why that was.

Still, there was a smell of water nearby…

He ambled over to the fence by the roadside, where the smell was coming from; it got stronger as he went, and there was the sound of water trickling as if from a small stream.

He was right!  There was water, a puddle right in front of him, making a kind of soup out of the dry grass and mud.  He lowered his head and flicked his tongue out a few times, lapped some of it up.  Nice.

There was still that sound though, where was it coming from?

Over there, this sort of rubbery thing on the road, the water was coming out the end of it, like a snake coughing up everything it had just drank; fancy that!  Darned convenient actually.

He nuzzled his muzzle through the gap between a couple of the fence wires and picked up the rubber tube, pulled it through and dropped it into the puddle in the grass.

Ah, now this was great; he’d have a drink, and then when the puddle got big enough, maybe he could roll around in it and cool off properly!

Maybe after he’d had his fill, he could pay a social visit to that mare across the way while he waited for the puddle to grow…


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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23 Responses to Out on the range

  1. Nice writing in both stories.

  2. Sandra says:

    Sounds like a horse who’s used to keeping himself entertained. Nice one.

  3. Tricky devil, that one!


  4. jwdwrites says:

    What if that mare smells he’s been drinking? I reckon he should of had that wash before he went, might improve his chances. Mares can be picky.Good story I. 🙂

  5. jwdwrites says:

    I also really like the way you just write whatever you want to, regardless of the length. 🙂

  6. I like the ambiguity of the first one, if not for the pic, we’d think a man was talking. I like the voice as well, seasoned and wise.

  7. indytony says:

    Nice. You put a lot of work into these. By the way, if you don’t mind my saying so, you look a lot older than 33 in your photo. I guess you’ve done some hard living, huh?

  8. petrujviljoen says:


  9. zookyworld says:

    You described the scene very well with those great details… I could imagine the heat of the day, and so the relief for the water and imagining rolling around if the puddle grows large enough. Sweet relief!

  10. Mystic’s one smart horse…guess you could call it horse sense.

  11. Joe Owens says:

    I thought it was all one continuous story. It flows so well it works that way also. Good to read your stuff here, I hope you will return.

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